Once upon a time, there was a planet in a universe close to ours.

There, drops of sunlight fell to the ground and became sentient beings on this planet.

Their planet had a particular atmosphere that allowed light beings to be seen corporeally, as solid bodies. This same atmosphere made the spirits of nature visible too.

The beings, called Sols, started out as a small group and spread over the planet’s surface and populated it.

All related, the beings of light had the spirits of nature decide on their leaders as they were all equally royal and so any of them could become monarch in the society.

The spirits of nature chose the leaders who were the most knowledgeable of natural systems and able to care for the natural world.

However, the most recent king transformed the society and made it unrecognizable when compared to the world prior.

This inventor-king Rothar made many ways to make use of spirit energy to power grand designs including interdimensional travel.

Over time, the King had the society divided into workers and nobility, the soil grew purple and infertile while the good soil was saved for the nobility. Those who ate from the purple soil glowed purple with their light while the nobility glowed pink.

The Sols travel dimensions but have ‘highways’ to a primary few.

Earth Primary Dimension 1 (with a timeline addition of the world of The Stellar set in 2061; some dimensions have highways to points in time as well)

Hiveminds and Werewolf Dimension 2

Ghostkeeper Dimension 3

And a few others.

Now that Rothar has passed away, the spirits of nature want no rulers and task the Sols with repairing the multiverse.

Will you help?

Once upon a time, there was a planet. It was a conscious being, a quaint self-contemplative entity, floating through space without limits, but floating slowly.

It had no mouth but eventually decided to find a way to speak to the most conscious beings on its back.

A place grew wild with foliage that invited the beings to smell, taste and smoke it and the beings – humans – eventually grew to have a means of plugging into the planet to confer with the consciousness on a level above all other beings.

The human bodies had internal openings for the plant to connect to and it would fill their bodies and minds and make them a super structure.This superstructure bound by cells of six sides of humans with nature binding them was often the best vibration because it resembled bees, one of nature’s preferred creations who helped her blossom.

Just as any of us have a preferred body part, so did she. The people of Africa, the original home of humanity, learned that the planet liked bees, so they took of their honey and drank it with milk so that it would mother them to become like her favourite.

Some people who did not receive as much life blood at birth due to anemic mothers as needed to vibrate like bees when they smoked made a hollower sound when trying to work with the human bees in their family to make the sounds the earth consciousness loved so much.

They grew jealous and parted. Their cells were smaller, so when they smoked their minds formed in groups of 5, a halfway number and they decided to study wasps who were the predators to the bees.

Nature, being generous to anything with life, allowed them to exist but their sound was evident to the human bees as something to dislike.

Ever since the inception of this jealousy, the human wasps have predated upon human bees and nature too, who they blamed for making them as they were.

They used their sound to confuse and jam human bee signals. They ate human bees when they could. They would sometimes mate with human bees and create mule children but sometimes they were successful in mating.

Eventually they understood the body of the planet enough to know how to drain her humours and render her mad by jamming her signals when they plugged in. They thought of millions of ways to violate her body and reduce her consciousness because she protected the bees from them and they were losing their war.

The wrongness they felt from being born with less lifeforce made them as they were but nature was planning on healing them.

Too late, however, as they jammed her signal by confusing the human bees.

They drained her humours and made it so when people would confer with her, she could not tell what they were and would mix them up with other things, especially if they had eaten it, so she could no longer see who her favourites were and who she disliked.

Now, the human bees even with their signals confused, want to bring her back to life, even if they are scattered, confused and hunted.

A ray of moonshine condensed on a particular night with a particular encouragement of cosmic alignment. It became self-conscious and dredged up memories from the ground below it. The body tissue left there. She named herself Selene and she looked around to see if anything else was self-aware. She came upon a pack of wolves. She touched them and the tissue she had absorbed, combined with the energy condensed within her, meshed the information into their bodies. Soon the alignment faded and so did she back into non-being. The next time the moon shone at full power, it was enough latent moonshine energy to complete the job. The wolves shifted into the human tissue that had been imbued in them, and the tissue subdivided at speed into cells and organs and flesh and skin. The wolves could remember Selene’s name. And her words came to them. Since then, the wolves have walked between states of being, dispersing through the world like dandelion whipped by a chill winter’s eve breeze.

The Stellar is an academy that trains acolytes/scholars in Mystic Arts, the Humanities and Social Sciences.

In a 2061 world that is ever more scientific, The Stellar aims to prove the use of spirituality as a matter of scientific relevance. It also aims to cultivate diversity of thought and give the neurodiverse a place to experiment with non-traditional treatments.

Stellars are dotted around and only loosely connected due to a shared insurance coverage for Ripe Scholars as well as a shared resources library and a neighbourhood 3D printer subscription. With these tools, all one had to do was find a location, feed the local 3D printer organic matter, and fill in all the remaining dots easily. Need a desk? No problem. Need a laptop? Takes a bit more time but no problem. Need a building?? Well. Yeah, they can do that too! All that is needed to furnish your Stellar location can be printed easily with organic waste matter. Next step is to put oneself on the Stellar map, go through a visit that inspects the premises and tests the Ripe Scholar’s methods and makes a note of the type of Stellar atmosphere future acolytes could expect and that was all that was needed to establish one’s own chapter.

Stellar principles are loose but some of the most common chosen areas of study are Reading and Self-Reflexive studies. The other practices are not the only existing, but they are the second most common.

Study is not rigorous and rather a one hour topical discussion in the morning followed by co-working and self-study. Once a week, acolytes meet with the Ripe Scholar to discuss what they have been learning and what guidance they might need for resources to continue their study. Tests are administered irregularly, acolytes are told that within the next two weeks there will be a test scenario. They are then on alert for one of their interactions in the next two weeks to be manufactured to test them on their progress.

What’s your Utopia? Here’s ours: A world where all citizens are equal and active participants in the management of our natural surroundings and communities through Direct Democracy where ecocide is illegal and legislated and human rights are not up for debate.

+ In this world, people receive value for being environmental stewards in what we call a Nature Benefit System.

+ In this world, the wealthy are those who have done the most to protect nature and provide true, sustainable value to others. Here, value earned is not based on the assumption that some forms of work deserve astronomically high rewards and instead, anyone who takes time from their lifespan to toil is rewarded with similar value for work done.

+ In this world, we do not platform hate. We don’t have time for people who want to regress. They deserve to live and have opinions but open-minded, peace-loving people deserve a safe place from which to work.

+ In this world, saving lives and protecting nature is fun and collaborative if you’re a people person, and enjoyable if you’re a loner.

+ In this world, reason is championed but the emotional and intuitive, instinctive side of things are also of equal value.

+In this world, our media doesn’t trigger our fears about a dying world by promoting animal slaughter and the use of fossil fuels.

+ In this world, user data is respected and private, AI is used moderately and on green servers, and there are no ads.

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Prologue:

It was not quite winter here. Never was. A gentle whiff of floral air was always wafting around like flurries of aromatic pleasure. The Seeker had enchanted the yard of her home that way so that she would always be surrounded by Spring.

The Seeker emerged from the woods and entered her cot. She wandered over to the living area, threw down her bag, sat in the reading nook and took a sip of baseroot tea from her flask. It immediately had a calming, trance-like effect and she closed her eyes and thought about the Seeker circle in Myoric. She had news to deliver to them.

Suddenly she felt the presence of another mind, another Seeker who was drinking baseroot. Judging by the feel of this other presence in her mind, it was Indra, a Seeker at the Magistress’ temple who was in receipt of the message. This was good. Tears found in the Gauntlet Forest, thought the Seeker, over and over. She thought about the day she had had, where she had been, and what she had discovered, knowing that her fellow Seeker could see this train of thought too. Nothing could have prepared her for that day. But she had seen it with her own two eyes and sensed it with every fiber of her being. We have torn into negative space. It is leaking… Who knows what will come out.

Alignment of values with feasibility.